This morning it was raining for the first time in, I don’t know how long, and it made for a very surreal bus ride into work. My random play on the iPod seemed to be reading my mood and the images as they flashed by.<\/p>\n
Windows fogged and streaked distort the world into surreal images.
\nConstant stops past surburban streets, turned into a linear kalidoscope,
\nwith the “Transfer” waiting for the Savages to come [1].
\nSavages becoming clear people and losing mushroom tops as they enter the bus,
\ndripping with the moisture of the day.
\nMulti-coloured boxes pass the window as cars overtake the bus,
\nshapes distorted in the blurs,
\nstriking colours in blues, reds and yellow.
\nRound the round-about, over the hill,
\nleaving my local area with the “Straits” praising the hero [2].
\nBackground noise softened to a hiss and a whir,
\nas the bus leaves the last stop before the express trip to work.
\nThe crash barriers become a white fence
\nkeeping out the looming, dark and ominous shapes of the trees.
\nThe trees give way to the dark linear band of barriers
\nand “Kitaro” is promising a rising sun [3].<\/p>\nDrops streaked across my vision as the bus got up to speed,
\ndistorted, blurred images flew past.
\nLight played and flashed but did not resolve into shapes or patterns.
\nSlowing down images of towers emerged from the blur
\nand “Betty” [4] did not care what the weather was.
\nTraffic and traffic lights again, stop, start whine and hum.
\nTower blocks, people and cars were distinguishable from the haze.
\nMy stop came and I went, agreeing with “Kate”, Wow! [5].\n<\/p><\/blockquote>\n
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- “10 minutes till the Savages Come” – The Manhatten Transfer<\/li>\n
- “Local hero\/Wild Theme” – Dire Straits<\/li>\n
- “Dawn\/Rising Sun” – Kitaro<\/li>\n
- “Come Rain or Come Shine” – Betty Roche<\/li>\n
- “Wow (Amazing)” – Kate Bush<\/li>\n<\/ol>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
This morning it was raining for the first time in, I don’t know how long, and it made for a very surreal bus ride into work. My random play on the iPod seemed to be reading my mood and the images as they flashed by. Windows fogged and streaked distort the world into surreal images. … <\/p>\n